Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sri Lanka and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Subhumans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Accadde A,
The Searchers,
Technova,
Rapeman,
Black Sheep,
Bauhaus,
Unrelated Segments,
Darondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Slave,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Metal Thangz,
Erasure,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-102,
David Axelrod,
Derrick May,
Roxy Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Enemy,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
Faust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tom Boy,
Jacques Brel,
Colin Newman,
Brothers Johnson,
The Raincoats,
The Names,
Arab on Radar,
Fluxion,
Pere Ubu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Standells,
The Walker Brothers,
Quadrant,
Robert Wyatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dual Sessions,
LL Cool J,
Isaac Hayes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cameo,
Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Leonard Cohen,
Lower 48,
the Germs,
Rekid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Howard Jones,
Panda Bear,
The Angels of Light,
Quando Quango,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.